This black-robed so-called "mentor", apart from his disciples, doesn't care at all about the screaming trash snacks under him, not to mention the group of "broiler trainees" in the building who stretched their necks and shouted for help. The money has been obtained, and the venue is

He rented it, and the rent hadn't been paid yet. He burned it clean, took the money and left, went back to spend a good year, and built a new hideout the next year.

Anyway, there are young people all over the world who can't find a job. They can just use the shell of a company and put an advertisement on a recruitment website to recruit a bunch of them immediately.

As for murder and arson, he didn't care at all - in his opinion, what the murderer feared was nothing more than legal sanctions and jail time. The prerequisite was that he was caught by the police, and it was impossible for the police to catch him.

It would be easier to take the head of this old beggar leader back and explain it to him.

However, at this moment, the face of the man in black robe, who had always been relaxed and contented, finally changed.

I saw a row of blades nailed to the ground, inserted diagonally into the soft soil. The width of each blade exposed from the ground was almost the same, and the distance between the two blades was almost equal. They lined up all the way to his feet. He just couldn't dodge.

A small hole was scratched out at the hem of the shirt!

The man in black robe has walked sideways for so many years and has never suffered such a loss.

Also shocked was Old Uncle Yang. He opened his mouth and shouted "Wei" vaguely, then remembered something and swallowed the words back.

Yes, Wei Xiao is dead.

The palm holding his back seemed a little thinner. Although his steps were light, there was a sense of carelessness and drag, not as low-key as that man back then.

At this time, Xu Shaowen opened his mouth and asked what the other two wanted to know: "What do you do?"

The hooded man replied: "I'm here to inquire about something, and I'm just in time to catch up with you guys. I'm sorry to bother you."

Although she kept her voice low and deep, after all, she was the neighbor who had lowered her head and looked up to see her. Old Yang still recognized it in an instant and stared up at her back in disbelief - this was the neighbor who was staying at Zhang Meizhen's house.

Girl!

Gan Qing didn't look at him and took two loose steps forward. Xu Shaowen subconsciously stepped back and stared at her hands covered with black cloth in fear.

"Excuse me - a while ago, there was a group of people who worshiped the wooden plaque of 'Wan Muchun'. They used a red pen to draw dotted lines and taught others how to wipe their necks." Gan Qing said politely, "Does this have anything to do with you?"

"Wan Muchun," Heipao was stunned for a moment. Then he glanced at the blade on the ground and understood something, "Who are you from Wan Muchun? A disciple?"

Gan Qing smiled: "Where, Wan Muchun has no disciples, I am just a talkative old friend."

"The 'Spring' character is indeed one of ours," the black robe looked at the person in front of him who was covered by a hood and a mask. Maybe he felt that she was not a good person, so he said frankly, "It happened by chance in the past.

, our leader got to know a descendant of Wan Muchun, and got a little bit of kung fu inheritance, but unfortunately none of the disciples were good enough."

"Oh, he said that he is... the descendant of Wan Muchun." Gan Qing emphasized the word "descendant" very hard and asked in a very strange tone, "Is it called 'Wei Huan'?"

"Yes, it's him," the man in black robe nodded, "is he also your friend?"

"No," Gan Qing suddenly laughed. Then, without saying hello, she attacked directly. The blade flipped between her fingers, and under the firelight, it was like holding a small lightning bolt, and aimed at the man in black robe.

He split his neck and said, "I won't obey..."

“Picking friends out of dumpsters.”

In an instant, the hairs all over the man in black robes stood up, but he reacted very quickly, retreated to a safe distance in an instant, picked up the three-pointed thorn, and swung it out.

Lao Yang: "Be careful!"

In this kind of close combat, the attack distance of the opponent's weapon is the "safe distance". Gan Qing only has a small blade in her hand, and the attack radius is only the length of her arm, which is equivalent to using bare hands. And when the black robe is on guard,

The lethality of flying blades is very limited - even the legendary "Xiao Li Flying Knife" is a knife that is more than three inches long, and it probably cannot be the razor blade Li Tanhua used to shave.

The two three-pointed thorns in the black robe blocked all the vital points of his body. There was a loud "ding-dong" sound, and the knocked-out blades flew everywhere. Xu Shaowen was affected by the fish in the pond, and the head-catching rat fled to a big tree.

back.

"Go on!" Lao Yang was afraid that she would suffer a loss, so he raised his hand and threw his crutch to Gan Qing. Gan Qing caught it with his hand, and the hardwood crutch spun half a circle in her palm, then turned sideways against the three edges of the black robe.

/Stab, the man in black robe shouted loudly, and suddenly exerted force, the protruding three-edged thorn was like a long spear, knocking Gan Qing out together with him. At the same time, another three-edged thorn was thrown out.

/The thorn sweeps over.

Uncle Yang didn't know whether it was to show off his wealth or something, but the solid wood crutch was long and heavy, and she had trouble using it. She couldn't dodge it, and was struck by a three-edged thorn in her forearm with a "choking" sound.

She must have been wearing some kind of protective gear on her forearm. The sound sounded like a metal collision. It didn't hurt the skin, but the bones were hurt enough. Gan Qing's right arm lost strength in an instant, and the crutch in his hand tilted, and the hood

Falling down, the hair hanging down on her cheeks curled up and hooked her chin, and her face hidden by the mask looked only as big as a palm.

"It turns out it's just a little girl," said the black-robed Xinxin, "pretending to be a big-tailed wolf."

The three-pointed thorn went around the crutch and stabbed straight into her lower abdomen. Gan Qing's focus was on her left foot at this time. The man in black robe could see that she didn't have the strength in one hand to knock the three-pointed thorn away, so she could only use

She used her left foot as a pivot to dodge, so before she could move, another three-sided thorn came across, blocking her dodge space!

Gan Qing did not hide. She suddenly let go and threw away the crutch. She fell down and huddled up like a spring. The three thorns barely brushed against her head. Then before anyone could see clearly, she suddenly bounced up again.

He took a step to perch in front of Hei Pao, Hei Pao screamed, and a three-edged thorn fell to the ground - Gan Qing pressed a small blade into his wrist holding the murder weapon!

It was a "double-sided blade". When one side of the blade penetrated the black-robed man's wrist, the other side pressed against Gan Qing's finger.

Her fingers were obviously made of flesh and blood. The blade pierced the opponent's wrist as deeply as it penetrated her fingers. The blood instantly flowed down the fingertips and soaked into the hand-wrapped cloth. But she didn't feel anything.

As if he didn't notice it, he casually wiped the blood on his palm and picked up the triangular thorn that fell to the ground.

The firelight illuminated her eyes, which were cold and somewhat desperado-like.

The man in black robe was frightened for no reason. He yelled and rushed forward. The three thorns were flying up and down, which was dizzying. Gan Qing walked around without touching the ground, avoiding all the way.

Man in black robe: "Kill!"

This seemed to be a signal. After he finished speaking, Xu Shaowen, who was hiding behind the tree, suddenly appeared, pulled out a homemade gun from nowhere, and fired at Gan Qing's back!

The loud noise of soil/guns was drowned in the sound of explosions.

The vehicle-mounted fire extinguishers brought by the police were of little use and could not be suppressed at all, and the flames became more and more greedy.

Mr. Zhou was locked into a separate confinement room on the second floor. Following the explosion, gravel continued to fall from the ceiling. People outside were noisy. He hurriedly slammed the door: "Is anyone there? Let me out.

!”

But the building was so noisy at this time that no one noticed the slight movement he made when he hit the door. Soon, smoke began to creep in along the crack in the door.

Han Dongsheng picked up a few sheets hanging out in the small courtyard, sprayed them with a flower watering faucet, clamped them under his arm along with a car fire extinguisher, walked around to the side far away from the kitchen, jumped up, and barely managed to get on.

Second floor window lattice.

The body is too heavy and the mind is a slave. Han Dongsheng sighed secretly.

Immediately afterwards, the veins on his neck jumped out ferociously, and he used his arms to lift himself up. He knocked open the glass window, tied the wet sheets into a rope, and shouted to the panicked old people:

"This way!"

The police also came over. Han Dongsheng picked up an old man who was about to cry out of fear, stuffed him directly into the window, and threw him out. The policemen below were busy picking him up.

The heat wave was surging. Han Dongsheng took off his coat and sweater and yelled at the old people at the top of his lungs: "Get a wet towel, cover your mouth and nose with wet clothes...cough..."

Old men and women were running around like chickens, huddled together in the narrow corridor, almost causing a stampede. Han Dongsheng held his breath and rushed over, one in each hand, picking up the fallen objects in different shapes.

The old man raced against time to deliver the food.

The uncontrollable fire was getting bigger and bigger, and several Beggar Clan disciples rushed over to help carry the people. The hot oil was almost baked all over Han Dongsheng's body, and there were smoky black marks on his face, but he felt worse in his heart.

His skin and flesh were still on fire—he hadn’t found Mr. Zhou yet!

"Dad!" Han Dongsheng handed the old lady in his hand to the beggars and rushed in against the flow of people, "Is there anyone else inside? Dad!"

Mr. Zhou, who was trapped in the solitary room, raised the wooden chair and smashed the door with all his strength, but the door did not move at all!

He thought of the qigong books he had read, and frantically tried to use the "internal power" in his Dantian. However, when he took a breath of air, half of his breath was filled with smoke. Even the Dantian was smoked, and he became confused.

Mr. Zhou coughed with tears streaming down his face, and held the crack of the door tightly with his fingers: "Help, help...cough cough..."

It's really strange. When these people signed up for the "Elysium World", they all felt that their life was boring and there was nothing left to live for. They just wanted to find a place that could comfort themselves so that they would not die alone.

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But when a natural or man-made disaster suddenly struck, the old people were shocked to discover that they still had such a strong desire to survive.

Mr. Zhou was in a daze from the smoke, his nails were torn and bleeding, but his hands were still scratching at the door unconsciously.

A hazy thought came to his mind, and he thought: "My Zhouzhou hasn't finished elementary school yet."

Outside the fire scene, Gan Qing seemed to be quite familiar with these shameless tricks. The moment the man in black robe made a sound, she jumped out and fired the gun. Xu Shaowen cursed and was about to aim again.

, the back of his head hurt - he was knocked unconscious by Old Uncle Yang.

Lao Yang gasped and looked up nervously.

The man in black robe took advantage of Gan Qing's avoidance of the spear and seized the opportunity. He almost pressed her down and hit her. The two three-edged thorns collided back and forth in the air. The man in black robe swept across with one kick. Gan Qing narrowly retreated and kicked her.

He stepped on the instep of the black-robed man, and at the same time raised the three-pointed thorn over his head with great difficulty, and then carried the man in black-robed head in for a chop.

On her feet she wore a pair of tattered old boots, which were very large and had a stupid and outdated square toe. Judging from the style, they seemed to be men's boots - the kind worn by middle-aged and elderly people.

The man in black robe raised his leg to push her off. At this moment, an iron cone popped out of the sole of Gan Qing's slovenly shoe. The man in black robe's exertion was equivalent to actively nailing his own foot!

The screams made the well-informed gang leader Yang tremble.

Of these two, one has a cold gun behind his back, and the other hides everything under his feet. "The little devil is one foot taller, and the big devil is one foot taller." There is no lower limit to the comparison!

Gan Qing grabbed the uninjured arm of the man in black robes, and held out the knife between his fingers like a tailor. He folded it with a "click" without any mercy, removing the muscles and bones in one go.

Only now did Lao Yang find his voice and shouted hurriedly: "Don't kill anyone!"

This voice was just in time. Gan Qing passed the hand between the black robe's throat and paused. He retracted his fingers nimbly and scratched the oily skin of the black robe man. Then he went around to the back of his neck and beat down——
To be continued...